In Time

[nilielh]

Title : In Time – Epilogue
Rating : R
Pairing : Ohno/Nino
Genre : Angst. Romance
Disclaimer : fiction, yo!
Summary : Where I came from, Leader’s gone. He’s dead. Buried six feet under the ground where I can no longer reach him. Where you can no longer reach him. You want to know why I’m here? Well then, there’s your answer.
Note : based on a very old Meme Prompt - Future!Nino is from 2 years in the future. Lots of Future!Nino pissing present day Nino off. I’m not even sure if I did this right but I guess it's alright as long as there’d be lots of pissing, though with lots of angst, too. So sorry for that.

 

It’s a struggle, crossing the distance between the doorway and the living room because he can’t even bring himself to unwrap his arms around Ohno. But it’s alright, he thinks, because Ohno doesn’t seem to mind it, the way he is holding Ohno so tight it is almost claustrophobic.

He’s not sure how they even managed to take the beers and the food with them, unceremoniously dumping them on the side table before he sits Ohno down on the couch, and him sitting on Ohno quite literally the second after.

“L-Leader, I’m sorry,” he apologizes in advance, seizing Ohno by the collar of his shirt before he slants his mouth over Ohno’s own. He moans at the first touch of their lips, moans some more when Ohno doesn’t even wastes time into parting his mouth and letting him in with a wordless sigh.

The shiver that rocks them both is so powerful he is gasping into Ohno’s mouth, chest constricts as he pulls just a bit away so he can properly look at Ohno. Reaching up, he traces the side of Ohno’s face, the dark shadows on Ohno’s jaw as Ohno leans into his touch.

“Nino,”

“You’re here,” he whispers, still amazed, still unable to make sense of everything but he guesses it is okay, as long as Ohno is here. “God, you’re really here,” he breathes, in wonder, leaning in forward again to kiss Ohno because he can’t help it, pressing two more into Ohno’s mouth before he pulls back.

“You keep on saying that,” Ohno muses, but his tone is soft, his expression tender; Nino wants to kiss him again just to remind himself that he’s not dreaming.

He shakes his head, completely unable to form a coherent reply when his chest feels like an overinflated balloon and everything else feels so amazing he could cry. He settles to curling his palm against the side of Ohno’s neck, thumb tracing the soft skin he found there.

“Aren’t you hungry?” Ohno says, husky, but it sure looks like food’s the last thing he cares about now, too. He is gazing back at him in that way that makes his stomach clench deliciously, his eyes dark, intense, almost wild. He only realizes then that he is still sitting on Ohno’s lap, on Ohno’s crotch, and well, he guesses that can’t be helped.

He doesn’t bother making excuses, leaning in forward to catch Ohno’s mouth into a kiss so hungry, so needy they are breathing hard when it’s over.


“Not for food, no,” he husks out, rolling his hips unto Ohno and gets an answering growl in return. “But if you prefer to eat first–“

Ohno grabs him around the waist and tugs him roughly into the older man, kissing him hard and fast.

“Screw food,” Ohno hums into his mouth, cupping a handful of his ass and making him lose his goddamn mind with how good it feels, saying yes and moaning into Ohno’s mouth before he could even stop himself.


+++

In all honesty, a kiss isn’t the only thing he wants after all the fuzz involving him, Ohno and future-Nino.

And well, he guesses Ohno’s aware about that too, what with the way Ohno has welcomed him in his arms, mouth meeting his halfway for a kiss.

From then, it’s too easy to lose himself in everything that is Ohno, with Ohno’s lovely hands and equally lovely mouth on him, blurring everything aside from the sensation of having Ohno on top of him, inside him, all around him.

Ohno pinned him safely into the couch, hands catching his and pulling them above his head as Ohno kissed him, slow and careful, like Ohno is putting everything he has in that one kiss. Ohno took turns into relieving them off their shirts, then their pants the minute after. When they’re finally skin to skin, without the offending fabrics in between them, he moans, voice high-pitched and husky, parting his legs wide enough so Ohno could fit himself in between.

He stills Ohno with a hand curled around Ohno’s elbow.

“Ah – w-what -?” Ohno groans, sweat breaking at the corners of the older man’s temple. He leans up and licks it, can’t not, and the sound Ohno makes when he arches his back from the bed is so deliciously hungry he is panting when he lets himself back down with a thump.

“Just thinking if, you know – shit, quit moving – that future jerk is as lucky as I am right now?” he says, more like hisses because Ohno is still moving his hips despite his vain attempt at stopping him with his legs wrapped around Ohno’s waist.

“If he is,” Ohno says, leaning down to bite his chin, lightly, teasingly – “then I swear to god that my future self is the luckier one,”

“Huh?”

Ohno jerks his hips and he swears every goddamn nerve-ending in his body is on fire, his spine tingling with the  need to touch himself to complete the circuit but god, he also doesn’t want this to end just yet. It feels like it’s been so long since that night he and Ohno had made love the first time, and really, the last thing he should be mentioning right now is that time-traveling dude but he can’t help it.

The fact that he owes the jerk a whole lot contributes to it, too.

“Because,” Ohno says, eyes as dark as the midnight sky but doesn’t elaborate on it much. In fact, he is just rolling his hips again, long and elegant fingers curling around his calf and tugging, his legs unlocking themselves from around Ohno’s waist.

“L-Leader –“ he gasps, too wind up to care, too aroused to even say anything when Ohno does something wicked with his hips he is seeing stars within seconds after he did it. God damn it all, if this is what he’s going to get for the rest of his fucking life, then it’s no wonder future-Nino did everything in his power to make sure Ohno stays alive.

“Let me,” Ohno says, hands steady on their grip around his hips, pulling out just a bit and smirking when the movement draws a not-so tiny hitch from the back of his throat.

“God, oh god, oh god –“


+++

He shifts to his side and carefully watches his fingers moving against Ohno’s bare chest.

It’s still somewhat incredible to be here, lying next to Ohno, almost half on top of him after the mind-blowing sex. It’s so surreal, being back to where he came from and finding the person he went back to the past alive.

“Please tell me I’m not dreaming,” he murmurs, swallowing the urge to cry and barely managing it. Ohno, who looks about two seconds away from completely falling asleep, has popped his eyes open to reach over and gather him in.

“You’re not dreaming,” says Ohno, kissing the side of his temple, his cheek, the bridge of his nose. “I’m here, we both are, and if it’s not enough that I have spent more than an hour making sure you believe it, too, then I don’t mind doing it all over again,” Ohno says, then with a foreboding grin he says, “After a few minutes – hours of sleep, of course, because you know, I’m not a sex machine and my stamina’s not that great compared to when I was in my twentys,”

He shoves Ohno lightly then goes to bury his nose against Ohno’s shoulder. “I just. I still can’t believe it,”

“Hmm,”

“Because I spent two years without you and now that you’re here –“

“I am, so you better believe it,” Ohno says around a yawn. “I’m actually not a product of your imagination, and well, I’m pretty sure that’s not even possible what with how sore you probably are right now after I fuc –“

“Fine, yes, oh my god,” he counters, slapping a palm over Ohno’s mouth to shut him up, and grinning, wide and happy and content. “Satoshi,”

Ohno hums under his breath and pulls him in, closer and closer still. “I’m here, Nino,” Ohno says, sleepy and equally content, leaning up for a kiss. He gives in because, how can he not?

“I love you,” he finds himself saying, mostly against Ohno’s mouth and Ohno hums back, a little private smile curling against the corners of the older man’s mouth. “Don’t ever leave me again, you hear me?” he says, more like begs as he curls around Ohno, folds himself against Ohno.

Ohno looks like he wants to refute that, probably wants to say I never did but instead holds him close and presses a kiss against the side of his mouth.

“I won’t,” Ohno says, and he knows it is an answer and a promise rolled into one.

He smiles. That’s all he needs to hear, anyway.